A/N: hi :3 for some reason I keep writing chapters for this instead of my other story

second lemon is here :D hopefully this one outdoes my past one

Waddle is still missing Dx

"I'm wondering why is Sona using a pen and a notebook to talk with Ezreal if both know hand signals as they used at the start of the history."

I am really sorry, I reread the second chapter and realized I did not explain why they only use sign language in the arena *Facepalm* Essentially sign language is like pinging in LoL, while writing on a pen and paper is like typing in chat.

Pinging is much more efficient and faster during a game, while writing is more detailed. Sorry for any confusion I have caused :( Hopefully this lemon can make up for it.

WARNING- This is a lemon, if you don't feel like touching yourself, reading a lemon or both, then skipping this chapter is recommended, I have made sure that skipping this chapter will not affect the story at all.

Ezreal looks at Sona, his gaze moving down her voluptuous curves, her chest pushing the white fabric of her shirt to the very limit. Ezreal gently holds on to Sona's shoulders and lowers her onto he back beside Ezreal, He then crawls up on top of her. His finger sliding along the soft pure skin of Sona's stomach, he continues expecting a moan, but she makes no sound. This time is going to me much more of a challenge without Sona's voice to guide him.

Kissing along the side of Sona's body, he slyly slips one hand under the white shirt, gently massaging her breasts. Sona shuts her eyes in pleasure, her mouth slightly open as if she is moaning. Ezreal moves his peppered kisses further up, following her collar bone he soon kisses her neck, Ezreal's tongue lightly flicking against the hot skin.

Ezreal slips Sona's breasts out out from under her shirt. Sona tilts her head for a kiss. He presses his lips against hers, Sona's lithe tongue sliding into his mouth, sliding against the inside of Ezreal's cheeks. Sona places her hands over her chest. Unclipping the blue lace bra over her two milky mounds, after two brief clicks the bra soon comes off, leaving two erect pink nipples for Ezreal's pleasure.

Ezreal gently bites on Sona's lower lip, tweaking her erect nipples in different direction. Sona's body shudders slightly as Ezreal rubs her sensitive chest. Ezreal then moves his mouth down, keeping his tongue over one of her breasts. While still rubbing the other with his fingers he flicks his tongue against her pink nipples. Sona bends her knees up at the intense tingling pleasure, shutting her eyes and opening her mouth as if she is screaming indecent sounds.

He then clasps his lips on her breast, his tongue swirling around her areola, his warm saliva cooling in the cold air before Ezreal licks more warm saliva over her breasts. He does the same on Sona's other breast, Sona's sweet fluids soaking the originally dry blue lace panties.

Sona slowly gets up, her face flushed red with desire. She gently pushes Ezreal into a seated position with one hand, then slowly sliding her hand down his chest, her fingers tingling Ezreal's skin through his shirt. Her hand stops at his leather belt, with a lustful smile on her beautiful face, she unbuckles the belt at an agonising speed, Ezreal already feeling the blood rushing to his crotch.

Sona then undoes his brown pants, hastily sliding them down Ezreal's legs. Ezreal's black boxers are left, his semi erect cock already bulging. Sona rubs her pale hands along his length, his hardening member pressing harder and harder against his boxers. Sona rubs it more, kissing the head of his member through the cloth boxers. Precum slowly flows out, soiling his underwear.

Knowing her cue, Sona pulls down the black boxers as well, tossing them aside, Sona blushes a deeper tinge of red as Ezreal's member is freed, a sticky sheen of precum covering the bulbous tip, the thick smell enticing Sona to touch. Ezreal moans loudly as Sona's pink tongue licks up the precum on the head, she soon sucks on the head wanting more. Sona's hand strokes his girth as she continues to lick up the flowing precum. Ezreal can't help but stay immobilised and moan. Sona soon pushes he head further down, taking in more. Ezreal cries out in pleasure.

"Oh god, Sona…" Ezreal manages to moan.

The tip pokes against the back of her throat, Sona stifles a gag, She slowly slides it back out and starts again, sliding it back inside her wet mouth again. Ezreal stokes Sona's hair as her head bobs up and down, undoing her hair clips, her cyan hair falling loose.

Sona then stops. She shuffles forward a bit and slips the saliva covered cock in between her breasts, she then looks up at Ezreal with a cute face. Ezreal's face begins to light up as he understands what Sona is going to do.

"Yes please." Ezreal says eagerly.

Sona slides her chest along Ezreal's shaft; the feeling of his member against Sona's soft breasts is unbearable for Ezreal, his moans only encouraging her to go faster. Ezreal only moans louder and louder as he feels his climax approaching. Sona's breasts make slick sounds as she continues to pleasure Ezreal, as she shakes her breasts up and down Sona bends her head down, poking out her tongue, licking the head of Ezreal's member as it pokes out from her cleavage.

"Ahh!" Ezreal cries out as his white semen sprays out of his member.

The white spunk lands on Sona's face and chest as Ezreal curls forward due to his rocking climax. Sona wipes his semen off her face and chest; she then proceeds to lick slowly it off her hand in front of Ezreal.

As she finishes up licking up all the spunk, Ezreal slides Sona's pants and underwear down her slender legs. Strands of Sona's juice connect the blue lace panties and her bare woman hood. Not being able to wait, Sona straddles Ezreal's legs.

Using one arm to support him, he slides one finger into Sona's dripping wet entrance. The tip of his fingers slides against Sona's g-spot, once he does so, Sona's insides suddenly tighten, strangling his fingers. Sona holds on the Ezreal as he continues to pump his fingers into her, her juices gushing out. Ezreal, feeling his member hardening again, lowers Sona onto her back; he then positions himself over her.

He then presses gently down on a certain spot in her crotch.

"I think this is where it is." Ezreal says to himself.

He then plunges his member in, with her g-spot being pressed down by Ezreal's finger; she feels Ezreal's girth rubbing it as he enters. Sona makes a screaming expression of pleasure as her walls tighten in an orgasm, her body shuddering. Ezreal then pumps his hips into her second later, still not recovered from her first orgasm; Sona's face burns red with pure ecstasy, feeling another climax approaching deep inside her. Seeing that she is enjoying herself, Ezreal thrusts as hard as he can, losing his rhythm, but pushing deeper and harder into her.

Sona's clear nectar gushes out once more as she feels another climax in her nether region. However doesn't stop, he keeps thrusting into her, the familiar tension of an orgasm forming at the base of his girth.

The look of pleasure and lust on Sona's face pushes Ezreal over the edge. In a loud moan his sperm shoots into Sona. The feeling of Ezreal's warm semen flowing inside Sona, makes her close her eyes, savouring the feeling. Ezreal pulls out his now limp manhood with a slurp sound, their fluids leak out of Sona's womanhood soon after.

Outside the temple Master Yi sighs, the sounds of the couple's love making completely ruined his late night meditation session. Paper walls and wood doesn't muffle sound very well.